Racism and Dog Poo – a reflection on hate

For the last eight years, I’ve been doing a-just-before-bed poo-walk with Leonard, my dog. I’m in my PJs smelling of toothpaste. There is the short circuit, medium and the long. I cross my fingers for the short. It goes how it goes.

I make a practice out of saying good evening to everyone I encounter. Over the course of the first years, I succeeded in ma…